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This book is about different types of people. I get into the psychological aspects of these people and why they make certain decisions. The reader may find that some people relate to themselves thereby allowing me to get personal with my readers.

Who cares about my book?
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Today is December 19, 2016, and I’m still writing the next few chapters of my book.
About a week ago, I sent an email to all my friends in the world, asking them to read my book and comment. I wanted to get their first hand reaction and honest feedback.
A guy from New Jersey responded, “OMG! Who cares about your book? Is it a scam? What’s the purpose of writing and exposing your life like this?”
“How can reading a book scam you?” I replied, “Just be patient, I haven’t finished writing yet. The second half of my book will tell you more about the purpose and how it relates to my worldwide promotional campaign for my club, World Tour of Amazing Grace.”
“Now this sounds even more like a scam to me!” he raised his voice and went on and on like a broken record, “I don't care! I will never do that, because I’m too confident about my life. In fact, I'm over confident about my life, so I don't have to write about it. I will never marry a woman so crazy like you. How could your ex, your Winnie, endure you for so long? You are such a crazy woman, go get a life! How many of your friends have done this before? Zero! None of your friends nor my friends have done this! So you are the only one in this world doing it. You wanted to pretend you are intelligent and informative, but I can see all your holes. You are a person full of holes”
We have known each other for 17 years, and he told me he considered me as a friend. I thought he should have known me by now, a CPA/CISA with two degrees (bachelor and master) who’s been working hard at Big fours and MNCs for 20 years nonstop. I’ve got a feeling he just hates me so much, although he said I shouldn’t say that, shouldn't put words in his mouth. Anyway, I still want to thank him for his honest…

At the beginning of my senior year in college, I was still not sure of my emotional and physical needs. On one hand, I wanted to be like other girls; find a boy who would love me and be mine forever. But something didn’t feel right about that. In my confusion and need to be normal, I was led astray by a professor, a man, yes a man and one about my Dad’s age! One day after class, he complimented my writing; asked to see more. I was pleased with the praise and the attention, something my Dad gave me frequently that I missed now that I had moved from the community college to a residential campus. He invited me to his office to talk about graduate programs; said my writing showed promise, said he wanted to mentor me.

I grew up in an abusive home and therefore it was never on the cards that I'd go on to become a professional hotel pianist, traveling the world and playing in some of the very best hotels.
It was even less predictable that I'd one day play in the presence of President Bill Clinton, and call him Pister Mresident!
I have almost been killed in a storm on a ship, in a car, and by the Asian tsunami or 2004
I've experienced the very best, and the very worst.
Now, aged 45, I've decided to sit down and write my memoirs.
I'm posting excerpts here with the aim of getting feedback from avid readers such as yourself.
How do you find my writing? Does it flow? Is it interesting and entertaining? Would these excerpts persuade you to buy my ebook of what will be around 600 pages for seven or eight dollars when it's finished?
Your constructive criticisms and comments will be much appreciated!

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A mother confronts her past to battle alcoholism - while her daughter battles to hide their secret.
For more than two decades, mother-of-three Catherine lives a double life. She had been an actress, but leaves her ambitions behind after her children come along.
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But behind closed doors, she is a binge drinker living a life of deceit.
She hides vodka bottles in the washing machine, the larder; anywhere she thinks her family will not find them.
Cathy's youngest daughter Ruby is just three when she realises her mother has a problem.
She desperately tries to cover the tracks of her mother's alcoholism, fearing what will happen if her abusive father finds out.
When Cathy’s secret can no longer be contained, social workers threaten to take the children away.
Cathy will need to go back to the very beginning, to understand how she has arrived at such a dark place. This is the story of her journey to finally confront her past and battle for her future.

This is a fictionalized memoir of the Jim Pavis Family from the European immigration of his grandparents in the mid-19h century to the mid-20th century with a description of the life and times first in New York City and later in the San Francisco Bay Area of California

I am Victor Anderson, I have a great heart for people. My journey is continually amazed with life experiences. My journey continues on and on,
I have been here 1 year now in San Diego, CA.
My time is wonderful just like always. I am a 24 year old enjoying life. I started working at the San Diego international airport on May 12, 2016. I started as a skycap for American Airlines. I enjoyed the job so much. On June 14, 2016, I met the love of my life, "well so forth" She was 5'6 and she was a White Middle Eastern woman. She was so beautiful, she looked like she was between 25-30 years of age. We met and her name was Sevcan. She was the prettiest woman that I loved. She was from Istanbul, Turkey. Sevcan was a 34 year old woman. She was never married and has no kids. I was a young 24 year old, so happy to have a great job as a airport employee. I was also happily in love with a older woman and we were planning to have a future together. Over time the love bond grew so big between Sevcan and I. I loved her so much; for about 4 weeks straight, I would get off work and go to her apartment to spend time with her. It was like a love romance dream come true. As time went by even though we were happily in love. Sevcan had to go back to Turkey due to her visa entry. Before she left we vowed to remain humble cause we were madly in love. We had a plan to marry. We said our goodbyes as I watched her depart on July 15, 2016. She and I kept in contact when she was in turkey and I was here in San Diego, CA. Our love kept going strong as we would video chat 3-4 times a day, throughout the weeks. Things seemed to go steady and smooth like usual. We always had our moments of laughter, jokes, of course disagreements as well as…